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		<title>Kai | WritersCafe.org</title>
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		<description>The original writings of author Kai</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>     T   rying to calm myself down didn&amp;rsquo;t help. I tried, but myheart was racing. I had to run into the bathroom and splash water in my face tomake sure I wasn&amp;rsquo;t going crazy. That didn&amp;rsquo;t help, either. I looked at myself inthe mirror. My black mop of..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>     B   &amp;nbsp;y ten o&amp;rsquo;clock everyone in my hall had already fallenasleep or weren&amp;rsquo;t anywhere near their rooms. I decided it was the best time tosneak out of my room to see Narreed. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Walkingthrough Metrial I could ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>     A   &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;silent screamfilled my head. At first I thought it was my mind screaming at me to get off mylazy butt and actually do something, until I realized all of my energy was outof me- and that the voice was definitely not m..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>     D&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    &amp;nbsp;on&amp;rsquo;t stop running!&amp;rdquo; a voice remindsme. I don&amp;rsquo;t recognize the strange voice, and I don&amp;rsquo;t see who it belongs to, butI follow its directions. My bare feet pound on the damp concrete g..</description>
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			<title>Maverick</title>
			<description>     W   henwe get to the reef, I can feel the current pushing me harder than normal. It&amp;rsquo;sstronger than it should be, but I push past is the best I can. Bay, on theother hand, is not pushing past the current as I am. Though she&amp;rsquo;s in front ofme, leading the..</description>
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			<title>Maverick</title>
			<description>     I                                                       &amp;nbsp;wake to the sound of laughter. It&amp;rsquo;s from avoice I haven&amp;rsquo;t heard, a voice close the angelic. I can&amp;rsquo;t seem to open my eyesat the sound, but I..</description>
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			<title>Maverick </title>
			<description>     T   hebad thing about being a prince is that my people expect to see a perfect youngmer, one who knows right from wrong. Well, they did see that with my brother,but not me. I don&amp;rsquo;t think they wanted to see me at all, but nowadays they&amp;rsquo;vebeen seeing me..</description>
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			<title>Maverick</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;     W   henBay dragged me to the coral reef- against my will, I might add- I didn't knowwhat to expect. A few schools of polylepis mindlessly floating through thecoral, maybe a few monk seals feeding on the fish burrowed in the sand. But Ican honestly say t..</description>
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			<title>Prologue </title>
			<description>     Y   ou can&amp;rsquo;t do this,&amp;rdquo; Lyria screamed. &amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t letyou do this because of me.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;I have to do this, Lyria,&amp;rdquo; Mano grumbled. &amp;ldquo;Icare about you more than anything in the world, and you think that this life isgoing to st..</description>
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			<title>The Art of Falling</title>
			<description>You've heard of the Little Mermaid, right? Well, obviously! Well, this is kind of a modern day re-telling of the famous fairy tale, but it's a bit different....You'll see.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Kailianae/1118434/</link>
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			<title>Annabe</title>
			<description> This is Metrial. A place for refugees and hide-aways, a safe haven for anyone looking for a way away from the chaos. Annabe Williams is one of these refugees, but she just doesn't know it yet.</description>
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			<title>Inspiration</title>
			<description>This, without thought, was and is about writer's block. It, coincidentally, happened  when I had writer's block. I hope you not only find this enduring, but I also hope you will be able to relate.</description>
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